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Checkpoint Quotes
Checkpoint Quotes

Giles: "It seems that the Council of Watchers has... found some information that may help us out."
Buffy: "About Glory?"
Giles: "Presumably. We'll find that out when they... arrive. Could be very important."
Buffy: "Arrive? They're coming here? Now? W-why do they have to come here?"
Xander: "Yeah, don't they have phones? 'Allo, Buffy, here's some stuff we know, pip pip.'"
Buffy: "Yeah! Phones. See, I'd like them on phones."
Tara: "Well, what's so bad about them coming here? Aren't they good guys? I mean, Watchers, that's just like other Gileses, right?"
Buffy: "Yeah, they're scary and horrible!"
Giles: "Um, they, well, they can appear a bit ... well, uh, hard-nosed, but, uh, well, essentially, their agenda is the same as ours, they want to save the world and kill demons."
Anya: "Kill the current demons, right? Current demons."

Anya: "I don't like the sound of this. They don't sound very ex-demon-compatible."
Tara: "Are you sure they're English? I-I thought English people were, um, gentler, then, uh, normal..."

Jinx: "We have found that the signs of the alignment are moving faster than expected."
Glory: "Meaning?"
Jinx: "If you are to use the key, you must act quickly."
Glory: "Fine. I have been cooling my heels in this crappy little town long enough. Sunnydale's got too many demons and not enough retail outlets."
Jinx: "All you need is the key."
Glory: "Yes, and I bet Mousy the Vampire Slayer has an idea where it is."
Jinx: "If I may remind your eminence... you don't have much time."
Glory: "Baby, if that girl's the only thing between me and my key? I don't need much time."

Travers: "Miss, excuse me, you, uh, you work here?"
Anya: "Yes I do. Ever since I moved here from southeastern Indiana, where I was raised by both a mother and a father."

Giles: "You all stand around and look somber. Good job."
Travers: "You used to respect us, Giles. You used to be one of us."
Giles: "You used to pay me. If you recall, firing me was not my idea."

Buffy: "Spike... why did you do that?"
Spike: "Not for money, if that's what you're thinking. Your heartfelt gratitude's plenty. I expect I'll be getting that any moment."
Buffy: "Gratitude. For getting in my way?"
Spike: "Ge-getting in your way? I saved you."
Buffy: "I was regrouping."
Spike: "You were about to be regrouped into separate piles. You needed help."
Buffy: "I didn't need you. I never need you, Spike."

Buffy: "You know what? I don't need a boyfriend, to rescue me or for any other reason."
Spike: "Don't need or can't keep? You keep making notches in the headboard but eventually they get up out of the bed and run off, don't they?"
Buffy: "You're disgusting."
Spike: "Oh, rough talk. Maybe that's your problem, maybe you push 'em away. Or is it the other? Maybe you cling too much. Or maybe... your beauty's fading. The stress of slaying, aging you prematurely. Things not as high, not as firm."

Travers: "Buffy... I can sense your resistance, and I don't blame you. But I think your Watcher hasn't reminded you lately of the resolute status of the players in our little game. The Council fights evil. The Slayer is the instrument by which we fight. The Council remains, the Slayers change. It's been that way from the beginning."
Giles: "Well, that's a very comforting, bloodless way of looking at it, isn't it?"
Travers: "Giles, let me talk to Buffy, because I think she's understanding me. Glory is stronger than you. She's a more powerful instrument, if you will. We can help you. We have information that will help. Pass the review and we give it to you without reservation. Fail the review, either through incompetence, or by resisting our recommendations..."
Giles: "Resisting your recommendations? She fails if we don't do whatever you say! How much under your thumb do you think we are?"
Travers: "How much do you want our help?"
Giles: "She's not your bloody instrument and you have no right to do any of this!"

Glory: "Jinx... hey, what's the deal with your face?"
Jinx: "It's a message from Ben. He... isn't going to help."
Glory: "Isn't go... isn't going to help?"
Jinx: "No."
Glory: "All he has to do is turn over that tiny squirming Slayer girl! I have business to do with her. If she knows where I can start looking for my key... aah! Why won't he help? He knows her. He could go to her... he could talk to her... he could seduce her and bang the key out of her!"
Jinx: "He is quite attractive."
Glory: "Well, of course he's attractive! But he drives me insane. Know what I mean?"

Giles: "It's a power play, that's what it is. It's about who has the power."
Buffy: "I'm guessing they do? Big power outage in Buffy county?"
Giles: "I should have set you loose on them, that's what I should have done."
Buffy: "Giles, that Travers guy is like sixty. I can't hit him. Can I?"
Giles: "I suppose not. Well, I could. I think I will."

Giles: "Buffy, calm down. The scandal here is not anything you've done wrong, it's the way they're behaving. Holding what they know hostage with a gun pointed at my bleeding green card, no less. It's humiliating."
Buffy: "Also smart. They picked the perfect thing. I can't lose you."
Giles: "Thank you."

Anya: "Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins, twenty years old. Born on the fourth of July, and don't think there weren't jokes about that my whole life, mister, 'cause there were. 'Who's our little patriot?' they'd say, when I was younger, and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now."
Philip: "So, you spell it A-N-Y-A, yes?"
Anya: "Yes."
Philip: "Fine, now we can get to the questions."

Nigel: "Good. I need to know a little bit more about the Slayer, and about the both of you. Your relationship, whatever you can tell me."
Tara: "O-o-our relationship?"
Willow: "We're friends."
Tara: "Good friends."
Willow: "Girlfriends, actually."
Tara: "Yes, we're girlfriends."
Willow: "We're in love. We're... lovers. We're lesbian, gay-type lovers."
Nigel: "I meant your relationship with the Slayer."
Tara: "Um, just good friends."

Xander: "Best friends. Willow and me and Buffy. The three of us have been together from the beginning. We've always gone on patrols, and uh, done demon research with her and everything."
Philip: "Have you mastered any fighting disciplines over the years?"
Xander: "No."
Philip: "So, you have no special skills, or powers, or knowledge that you bring to the mix. Neither of you."
Anya: "Just enthusiasm for killing the demons. Go deadness for the demons."

Nigel: "Interesting. What level are you at?"
Tara: "Level?"
Nigel: "Magical proficiency level?"
Willow: "Oh! Uh, high, a high level. Very high. One of those... top levels."
Tara: "Five!"
Nigel: "And you're registered as practicing witches under the names as you gave them to me?"
Tara: "R-registered?"
Willow: "Oh yes! Yes, of course we're-"
Tara: "...r-r-registered."

Spike: "I pitch in when she pays me."
Watcher #2: "She pays you? She gives you money?"
Spike: "Money, a little nip of blood out of some stray victim, whatever."
Watcher #2: "Blood?"
Spike: "Well, if they're gonna die anyway. Come to think of it, though, that's a bit scandalous, isn't it? Personally, I'm shocked. The girl's slipping."
Watcher #2: "You've noticed a decline in her work?"
Spike: "Oh, yeah. See, the poor little twig can't keep a man. Gets her all down. Few more disappointments, she'll be cryin' on my shoulder, mark my words."

Spike: "Heard of me, have you?"
Watcher #2: "I... wrote my thesis on you."
Spike: "Well, well. Isn't that neat."

Buffy: "What do you want?"
Glory: "The key. Why else do you think I'd come here? See, I think you know where it is. And that's a good thing."
Buffy: "I'm glad you think so."
Glory: "Well, it's the only thing keeping you alive right now. Because you may be tiny queen in vampire world... but to me, you're a bug. You should get down on your knees and worship me! But oh, no, you still think it's neat having Slayer strength. Ooh, big deal! Stronger than humans! Who isn't? I could crush the life from you as easy as you'd break a nail. But I need the key."

Spike: "Ladies... come on in. There's plenty of blood in the fridge."
Dawn: "Do you mean like, real blood?"
Spike: "What do you think?"
Dawn: "Mostly I think 'ew.'"

Spike: "Just don't break anything. And don't make a lot of noise. Passions is coming on."
Joyce: "Passions? Oh, do you think Timmy's really dead?"
Spike: "Oh! No, no, she can just sew him back together. He's a doll, for god's sake."
Joyce: "Uh, what about the wedding? I mean, there's no way they're gonna go through with that."

Xander: "Look at them. Big tough Council members pickin' on the books."
Willow: "Fascists."
Tara: "Why doesn't Mr. Giles put them all out of here?"
Xander: "Because if they deport him, they're not just destroying his career, they're condemning the man to a lifetime diet of blood sausage, bangers, and mash."

Buffy: "Okay. Let's see what you are. Or who you are."
Knight: "One soldier in a vast army."
Buffy: "What army?
Knight: "The Knights of Byzantium, an ancient order. And now your enemy."
Buffy: "You work for Glory?"
Knight: "You think we align ourselves with the beast? You must be mad."
Buffy: "You're the ones tried killing me."
Knight: "No, we were fools, three alone. But if it takes a hundred men, we send a hundred men, and if it takes a thousand, we send a thousand."
Buffy: "A thousand?"
Knight: "So long as you protect the key, the brotherhood will never stop until we destroy it and you. You are the Slayer, and we know what we must do. Now, be done with it. Kill us, and let legions follow."

Buffy: "There isn't gonna be a review."
Travers: "Sorry?"
Buffy: "No review. No interrogation. No questions you know I can't answer. No hoops, no jumps - and no interruptions. See... I've had a lot of people talking at me the last few days. Everyone just lining up to tell me how unimportant I am. And I've finally figured out why. Power. I have it. They don't. This bothers them. Glory... came to my home today."
Giles: "Buffy, are you-"
Buffy: "Just to talk. She told me I'm a bug, I'm a flea, she could squash me in a second. Only she didn't. She came into my home, and we talked. We had what in her warped brain probably passes for a civilized conversation. Why? Because she needs something from me. Because I have power over her. You guys didn't come all the way from England to determine whether or not I was good enough to be let back in. You came to beg me to let you back in. To give your jobs, your lives some semblance of meaning."
Nigel: "This is beyond insolence-"
Buffy: "I'm fairly certain I said no interruptions."
Xander: "That was excellent!"
Buffy: "You're Watchers. Without a Slayer, you're pretty much just watchin' Masterpiece Theater. You can't stop Glory. You can't do anything with the information you have except maybe publish it in the 'Everyone Thinks We're Insane-O's Home Journal.' So here's how it's gonna work. You're gonna tell me everything you know. Then you're gonna go away. You'll contact me if and when you have any further information about Glory. The magic shop will remain open. Mr. Giles will stay here as my official Watcher, reinstated at full salary..."
Giles: "Retroactive."
Buffy: "...to be paid retroactively from the month he was fired. I will continue my work with the help of my friends..."
Watcher #2: "I, uh, I... don't want a sword thrown at me, but, but, civilians, I - we're talking about children."
Buffy: "We're talking about two very powerful witches and a thousand-year-old ex-demon."
Anya: "Willow's a demon?!"
Philip: "The boy? No power there."
Buffy: "The boy has clocked more field time than all of you combined. He's part of the unit."
Willow: "That's Riley-speak."
Xander: "I've clocked field time."
Buffy: "Now. You all may be very good at your jobs. The only way we're gonna find out is if you work with me. You can all take your time thinking about that. But I want an answer right now from Quentin, 'cause I think he's understanding me."
Travers: "Uh, your terms are acceptable."

Buffy: "Just a minute. Glory. I wanna know."
Travers: "Well, there's a lot to go through."
Buffy: "Just tell me what kind of demon I'm fighting."
Travers: "Well, that's the thing, you see. Glory isn't a demon."
Buffy: "What is she?"
Travers: "She's a god."
Buffy: "Oh."


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What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time. Sex! Help! 4 times 5 is 30. 5 times 6 is 32. Naked girls! Naked woman! Naked Buffy! Oh, stop me!
-Xander (Earshot)


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